Heero stared daggers into Trowa's back as he watched his friend casually make his way through The Place only to be stopped by another classmate holding up a book. It still boggled Heero that someone like Trowa would actually volunteer to be a tutor, but he figured it wasn't like Trowa was running away to join the circus or something. The tinkling bells above the door made Heero look up, and his eyes narrowed once more.
It was a boy with sleek black hair pulled into a ponytail, and Heero normally would've dimissed him, except that the newcomer was wearing a uniform of all things. And the only school with a uniform was Sanque Prep. And Sanque Prep was their school's rival, and Heero's lost one of his debates to that very same boy.
What was his name again? Chang...? Chang something. Chang--
"WUFEI!"
Duo exploded off of the squashy sofa and nearly tackled the Chinese boy to the ground. Then, chanting "Wu Wu Wu!" over and over, he dragged Wufei through the crowd and shoved him down to sit next to Quatre.
"Well, at least I know I'm in the right place," Wufei commented dryly, shrugging out of his jacket.
Heero's glare intensified as he watched the trio on the sofa, unable to make out their conversation over the normal teenage chatter all around.
"I bet he doesn't smell like cheese."
Heero nearly jumped, then scowled at Trowa, chugging back the last of his frap.
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Date: 2007-06-02 03:31 am (UTC)It was a boy with sleek black hair pulled into a ponytail, and Heero normally would've dimissed him, except that the newcomer was wearing a uniform of all things. And the only school with a uniform was Sanque Prep. And Sanque Prep was their school's rival, and Heero's lost one of his debates to that very same boy.
What was his name again? Chang...? Chang something. Chang--
"WUFEI!"
Duo exploded off of the squashy sofa and nearly tackled the Chinese boy to the ground. Then, chanting "Wu Wu Wu!" over and over, he dragged Wufei through the crowd and shoved him down to sit next to Quatre.
"Well, at least I know I'm in the right place," Wufei commented dryly, shrugging out of his jacket.
Heero's glare intensified as he watched the trio on the sofa, unable to make out their conversation over the normal teenage chatter all around.
"I bet he doesn't smell like cheese."
Heero nearly jumped, then scowled at Trowa, chugging back the last of his frap.
"Don't make me punch you, Barton."